I finally got my Merlin in the mail, but it required stalking the femailman. On Monday the 19th, there was a key for one of the bigger post boxes in my little post box. All excited I open the post box and...empty.
WTF!!
Pissed off, I go back to the house and write a little note for the femailman that says that the box was empty and should I have gotten a key for a different box...blah blah blah.
I left it in there for 3 friggin days and still nothing.
So this past Monday (my day off), I decide to stalk the femailman.
I sat at the window of my house that has a direct view of our post boxes and waited for the elusive Canada Post worker to show up.
When she did, I bolted out the door and then casually strolled up to the boxes.
"Good timing", I say to her.
She smiles in reply.
I open my box, get out the 2 letters (or bills is more accurate) and still no parcel box key.
She is now filling the other half of the boxes, so I tell her that I had gotten a key in my box last week but the corresponding box was empty and should it have been a different box.
She asks me what my address is. I tell her. She opens a different box and lo and behold...there sits the Merlin.
It had been sitting there for a WEEK!
So instead of tearing a strip off of her for her incompetence like I had originally planned, I thanked her and went home.
I'm so spineless :\
WTF!!
Pissed off, I go back to the house and write a little note for the femailman that says that the box was empty and should I have gotten a key for a different box...blah blah blah.
I left it in there for 3 friggin days and still nothing.
So this past Monday (my day off), I decide to stalk the femailman.
I sat at the window of my house that has a direct view of our post boxes and waited for the elusive Canada Post worker to show up.
When she did, I bolted out the door and then casually strolled up to the boxes.
"Good timing", I say to her.
She smiles in reply.
I open my box, get out the 2 letters (or bills is more accurate) and still no parcel box key.
She is now filling the other half of the boxes, so I tell her that I had gotten a key in my box last week but the corresponding box was empty and should it have been a different box.
She asks me what my address is. I tell her. She opens a different box and lo and behold...there sits the Merlin.
It had been sitting there for a WEEK!
So instead of tearing a strip off of her for her incompetence like I had originally planned, I thanked her and went home.
I'm so spineless :\


1 Comments:
Probably not a good idea to piss off your femailman; who knows where your mail may end up. You could anonymously stuff the outgoing mail box with LOTs of junk that she would have to deal with. That would be juvenile and fun though.
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